Chapter Eight ୨♰୧

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Bonnie cleared her throat, and fidgeted uncomfortably under his icy gaze.

Damon continued to stare at her. "Can I ask you a question?"

Bonnie laid back so she was eye to eye with him. "Shoot"

"If Elijah weren't a factor, would you give me a shot?"

Bonnie smiled brightly. "In a heartbeat." She said sweetly. Now can I ask you a question?

"Shoot." Damon said.

Bonnie hesitated briefly. "If I asked you for your blood, would you give it to me?"

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